Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 84 | When her interrogation had been completed, and she had collapsed on the dais of Kutaituchik, View more quotes about crying">crying out in misery, "La Kajira. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 81 | She was an intelligent girl. |
| 8 | 82 | It had been hard for Elizabeth Cardwell, particularly the first weeks. |
| 8 | 83 | It is not an easy transition to make, that from a bright, lovely young secretary in a pleasant, fluorescently lit, air-conditioned office on Madison Avenue in New York City—to a slave girl in the wagon of a Tuchuk warrior. |
| 8 | 84 | When her interrogation had been completed, and she had collapsed on the dais of Kutaituchik, crying out in misery, "La Kajira. |
| 8 | 85 | La Kajira!" Kamchak had folded her, still weeping, clad in the Sirik, in the richness of the pelt of the red larl in which she had originally been placed before us. |
| 8 | 86 | As I had followed him from the dais I had seen Kutaituchik, the interview ended, absently reaching into the small golden box of kanda strings, his eyes slowly beginning to close. |
| 8 | 87 | Kamchak, that night, chained Elizabeth Cardwell in his wagon, rather than beneath it to the wheel, running a short length of chain from a slave ring set in the floor of the wagon box to the collar of her Sirik. |
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She was an intelligent girl.
It had been hard for Elizabeth Cardwell, particularly the first weeks.
It is not an easy transition to make, that from a bright, lovely young secretary in a pleasant, fluorescently lit, air-conditioned office on Madison Avenue in New York City—to a slave girl in the wagon of a Tuchuk warrior.
When her interrogation had been completed, and she had collapsed on the dais of Kutaituchik, crying out in misery, "La Kajira.
La Kajira!" Kamchak had folded her, still weeping, clad in the Sirik, in the richness of the pelt of the red larl in which she had originally been placed before us.
As I had followed him from the dais I had seen Kutaituchik, the interview ended, absently reaching into the small golden box of kanda strings, his eyes slowly beginning to close.
Kamchak, that night, chained Elizabeth Cardwell in his wagon, rather than beneath it to the wheel, running a short length of chain from a slave ring set in the floor of the wagon box to the collar of her Sirik.
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